I’m writing this blog as an update to the Lexapro 100 day Journal one that I wrote back in 2016.
I don’t blog that often, but when I do check the statistics for the number of readers, I see that between 3 and 15 people each day read this article. It is the only article that picks up any traction after the first few days post publishing. I has received more hits recently, so I’m not sure if it show up higher on search engines; but in any case it’s amounted to a few thousand people who have at least opened it. Doesn’t mean they read it through though!
When I tried to go off Lexapro just a little over a year ago, I wrote another blog entitled Lexapro Rollercoaster. I haven’t written anything about it since. I’ve been approached by so many people (some I know well & others hardly at all) who have read my blogs. Folks have asked for advice, inquired how I’m doing, or wanted to share that they or someone they love has experienced the same thing. Because I see that a few thousand strangers have read some of this as well, I wanted to follow-up as Lexapro wasn’t my answer.
I didn’t particularly have a love affair with Lexapro. I started it in March 2016. It seemed at first to be to a miracle drug. After several months the side effects kicked in. Particularly they were the two I was most afraid of – decreased interest in sexual activities and weight gain. Initially I thought it was a fluke and both would pass. But as pounds kept adding on and I felt less and less inclined to indulge in carnal activities, I knew it was the medication.
In January 2017 I didn’t feel like I needed Lexapro any longer. I felt stable emotionally. My primary care provider talked me through tapering off. It was a little difficult because I felt physically sick, but that passed after a few days. A few days later I felt off kilter emotionally again. I went back on Lexapro the same way I went off, but this time I held the dose steady at 5mg to test out how that made me feel. I immediately felt better, as I had the first time I went on. At 5mg I didn’t have the unwanted side effects. Fortunately my BMI had always been on the low side, and even with all the weight gain I was still in a normal range. I didn’t lose any weight, but I didn’t gain more either. The other department I feared was also in check. But my moods weren’t steady. I could get hyped up at anxious about almost nothing, and angry at the drop of a hat. I felt off balance. Nowhere near as badly as I originally did, but not as great as I did at 15mg either.
I believed with some meditation and a deeper yoga practice I could keep taking 5mg, feel better and go off completely. I set a soft goal to go off Lexapro before the start of summer in June. But I didn’t deepen my yoga or meditation practices. I didn’t have time to, I was as busy as ever. Although I cut down my professional hours at work; I taught as much yoga as I could without being picky and I wasn’t even doing my own practice. My husband and I started renting out our second home in Branford and I was managing all the rentals and turnovers. Even though I changed the stressors in my life, I unknowingly added different ones back in.
In May that year I took a 50-hour training in domestic violence and sexual assault in order to teach yoga at safe houses in Connecticut. One evening during a presentation about PTSD, I realized with unbelievable clarity that the slide I was looking at described me perfectly. Until then I have prided myself for rising above being a childhood victim of domestic violence and putting it behind me. It wasn’t until that evening I realized I was indeed affected by my past. The ground slightly shifted beneath me, but I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
My emotions became more tumultuous after that. If I was more aware of myself I may have noticed Lexapro really wasn’t helping anymore. One evening in July I had the worst emotional breakdown I ever had. I knew I needed help in a different way. After a little research I filled out some FMLA paperwork and cleared my calendar so I could spend a month in intensive outpatient mental health treatment.
Under the care of the facility, I started to decrease my 5mg of Lexapro daily to once every other day until I went off completely. I felt great. I had no responsibilities during this month other than to care for myself. I journaled daily after my sessions. For the first time ever, I had the time and was willing to really think about how I feel, where my assumptions and habits formed, and how I got to be where I was mentally, physically and emotionally. I was able to sit and question whether or not I wanted to do those things or if they were just maladaptive habits I had from childhood. I made conscious, well-thought out decisions about what I wanted to do, what I wanted to keep in my life and what I wanted to let go.
I needed follow-up after the program with some type of regular treatment. I’ve gone to weekly couch talk therapy for years on an off and never found it helpful. With the advice from the program I just completed, I researched local therapists that specialized in the exercises we used that I found most helpful. I messaged a few by reaching out and providing a short background about myself. It was easy to discern who I might have a connection with through upfront written communication. I settled on someone local that I thought might work.
When I finally met my new therapist, before she asked me anything about myself; she explained some practices and tools she uses and why. She described the energy and meridian lines that run through our bodies and explained that most people start to question their lives after they meet their goals toward success (or the second half of life). She didn’t need to go on any further, I was sold. Energy, questioning life and it’s purpose, Pema Chodron quotes on the wall, a jiggle jar on the table, a semi-organized non-dusty dank/dark room… This is the therapist I was looking for and never knew it. Additionally, since I had just finished a month long intensive therapy treatment, I knew exactly what things I needed to work on and where they came from. For the first time I felt like I had clear therapy goals and found someone who spoke my language and could help me.
Around the same time I started therapy, I started a 9 month advanced yoga teacher training. This training wasn’t all that different from the standard 200 hour teacher training, but it was far more in depth. This time, having a new-found goal of self-care and making time for myself, I was actually deepening my own yoga practices. I also started a daily sadhana (spiritual practice).
I was only in the training a few weeks and saw my new therapist a handful of times before taking several weeks off for a trip I had previously planned with my husband. I was off medication and only using some new techniques and my sadhana practice to keep everything in check. It was going very well.
Once we returned from vacation I had to cancel my next therapy appointment. I got busy and fell back into the older routine of not making time for myself. After just a few days of skipping sadhana and not doing the therapy exercises, I was completely off balance. It took a full week of being back on the wagon before I felt like myself again. Two more weeks passed and I again made the decision to skip my practices for a few days because I became busy with the holidays. Again, not shortly after I felt incredibly unstable.
For a myriad of reasons I didn’t have a therapy appointment scheduled for several weeks. One day during work when I felt like I was completely unraveling, I called my PCP for an appointment to discuss anti-anxiety meds again. I received an appointment for me the next morning. I spent the evening online looking up various medications that I might ask about. I didn’t want to use Lexapro again and was fearful about gaining even more weight or losing that loving feeling again.
When my provider asked why I went off Lexapro, she asked me to consider Effexor (Venlafaxine). It’s not for everybody, but most patients don’t report weight gain or sexual side effects. I had nothing to lose.
The first evening I took Effexor I felt incredibly sick and disoriented. My husband said I looked and sounded drugged. The next morning I woke up feeling like I had a really terrible hangover. I was groggy, dizzy and nauseous. Sometime around dinner the next evening I didn’t feel dizzy if I wasn’t moving. I was able to eat. I was almost feeling normal by the time I was ready to take the next pill. The next pill brought the same side effects, but they were about half as bad as the evening before. The following day by lunchtime I felt as good as I did at dinner the previous evening. On the third morning I had some vertigo for just a few short hours. I have since experienced zero effects.
Exactly one week after beginning Effexor, I made a nice dinner for my husband and I. We enjoyed it with some wine. As we were cleaning up and getting ready to watch a movie, I was dancing around doing silly kicks and laughing. My husband said I looked and sounded really happy. To which I replied “You know what? I am!” He said it must be the wine. I laughed it off but thought about how we have wine often but I often don’t feel that way. I considered that it might be the meds. I hadn’t felt that good in a long, long time. Before I started “waking up”, having anxiety, questioning the second half of life, giving myself time to contemplate the trauma that I made myself too busy to think about…. I felt like my old self, minus all the stress.
The next day I realized I felt just as good. I felt good the day after that as well, and so forth for the next several weeks. Sometime in January I became busy again and starting skipping self-care. Like the previous experiences, I wasn’t myself. However, this time it took just two days of practice to feel good again. Then again two weeks later I skipped my self-care and practices three days in a row. Not surprisingly I fell right back into the hands of anxiety and stress. It was then I realized that I need to continue to make self-care a priority.
It’s been approximately 2 straight months since I have felt balanced without excessive anxiety. I continue to take Effexor, go to therapy and do the “work” and self-examination it takes to improve mental stability.
Thanks to the program I spent a month in last summer, yoga, and therapy – I’ve received the reinforced message that it is not only ok, but necessary to take care of yourself. I know some people take that too far, but for me taking it too far was never even close to an option. It was almost a necessary survival tactic to stay so busy that I would never have time to relive some of the trauma I was trying to avoid until my body was ready to process it. Instead of running from it, I’ve learned it’s not going to hurt me and sitting with it is the only way to get through it. Sitting with [dis]-ease has only become easier and helped me in all types of other areas of my life.
I still don’t have a magic answer for anyone looking for help. Lexapro was my start. I have my own personal combined strategy that is feasible and working for the time being. For anyone struggling with anxiety or depression – there is no magic pill. It has taken me two years to find something I can keep up with and works. I had to look to where it was coming from. For me that was a strain of PTSD. I had to figure out what works for my body. And I had to find a therapist that I really feels can understand the issues that I struggle with. I hope to sustain some level of sanity while I heal and deal with old issues that have plagued me. I truly am happy and feel more better and better each day. I trust there is something for everyone and it won’t look anything like what helps me. Like I said, unfortunately there really are no magic pills.
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7 thoughts on “Lexapro Journal (Continued)”
You did the right thing. So many have struggles similar to you, although maybe the not same type of circumstances Keep you in my thoughts and prayers on your journey
Thank you for sharing! So many people go through the trials and tribulations of medication issues and it’s very trying. Right now we’re currently trying to find what works for my husband. It has been years of different medications and we still don’t have it right. He’s currently on Effexor and has been on Lexapro in the past. Neither of them are the answer for him. I happen to think he’s bipolar, but we’re still trying to find a good therapist to properly diagnose him and a psychiatrist that knows what they’re doing to properly medicate him.
We live on a spinning rock orbiting a star. Some of us believe in the spiritual but we all are forced to acklowledge the physical and mental aspects of our self awareness on this planet.
And while just a few minutes of thought makes us realize that to live is to suffer it does not exactly take great wisdom to realize suffering less and enjoying what time we have to be aware of our consciousness is a shared goal among all inhabitants of earth.
With that perspective its ridiculous for one to get caught on the hang ups associated with self improvement (improving our mental health)What other goals are there other than to improve our situation here on earth?
But we do get caught on the hang ups of self improvement. We may be worried of others opinions. But sometimes a macro view helps us see a better perspective.
In a millenia from now or perhaps from another dimension like heaven someone or something may be able to look at our lives and they may think….
All those self aware beings had were perceptions. Why would they sabotage the opportunities they had to improve those perceptions.
I guess what i am quickly trying to prove and simultaneously saying long winded is we have a right to help ourselves and stigmas against mental health are all together silly. I acknowlege the stigmas are real and powerful but once examined truly unnecessary. And maybe by taking a moment to examine them in a detached way we can lessen their hold on our happiness.
I just read your previous 100 day and ended on this. I know everyone’s journey is different I’m on day 5 and this came up when I Googled. Thank you for sharing your personal and private experience. Sounds like it’s going to be a roller coaster with hope. I have anxiety / panic attack disorder. I recently separated from my husband and raising three children under the age of eight with my mom’s help. Thank God I have her around because I could sleep all day if I could. I’m on 10 mg starting and I could literally sleep all day if somebody let me. The only thing that gets me out of bed every day is that I explain to my oldest that’s eight that Mommy is going to get better and this is just the process of a medicine. She’s journaling logging my sleep hours in hopes of me waking up at 6 a.m. so we can have time together before everyone else wakes up. Good news is each day I wake up about two hours earlier than the last. After reading this I feel hopeful and my husband is across the country with my stepson because he is having a lot of problems. He’s torn between a suicidal son and his wife and the three kids. I feel abandoned and don’t know what the outcome will be because we’re not divorced and not planning to be divorced just separated because of their situation. This has thrown me into severe anxiety of everyday every moment every outcome of everything. I noticed you mention that that was lifted from you and that’s enough hope for me. Thank you again and you’re inspiration to try to start to meditate and do yoga. ❤
Hi Melissa. Thank you for writing. It’s always nice when I am aware that sharing is helpful to others, as it is what inspired me. It will get better & soon. Day 5 is really early on. While it seems like an eternity for a few days, it ends up being just a blip in time as your body adjusts. March will now be 3 years since I started medicine. It was the biggest kick start I needed, and eventually those other things (meditation, yoga, therapy, etc) took the forefront… but it took a while. It was and continues to be a 3 step forward, 1-2 step back process.
I’m a step mom too, with 2 biological children of my own. My husband and I have had HARD times and separated once as well. THAT was the most difficult thing I ever went through and my anxiety/panic was off the charts- even with medicine. But after a few dose adjustments, time off, and empathy from my oldest- I got better. There was a 2 week period of absolute despair, the first being the worst. But after that I came to accept where I was in life and even kind of enjoyed the healing. Me better made a better relationship with my husband overall.
I wrote a blog post after yet another desperate day of googling blended family issues and was surprised to learn that anxiety and depression are more common in step moms. I felt so much less alone and now it seems obvious and common knowledge (I’ll provide the link).
You will get better. It may be rocky, but it will be rocky with less anxiety than now.
I wish you the BESTEST of luck & feel free to keep in touch.